goddammit there it goes again.
sometimes i wish things were a little more desperate. i'm way better at dealing with things going wrong than things staying right.
that dented, pummeled carwreck, blinkers flashing, abandoned under the bridge in the dark, it makes me think of you somehow, the beauty and exhalation of yr collisions, the quiet explosions we bobble back and forth, yr dusty shoulders and roadburned thighs.
i love the word collision; i always have. a tom robbins character once said "this is not a relationship we're involved in, you and i, this is a collision." i think that's about right for every encounter. every stranger, every lover, every momentary smile you share on the street - glances and fingertips and even just the edges of our proximities colliding and diverging at dizzying rates.
don't you wish we could pretend to be anything but random?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment